For about 20 years I chronicled my life. I pulled the last book off the shelf tonight and read it. It does what it was designed to do and proved evocative. I thought about things I hadn't thought about in decades. I stopped writing them in 99. There was a tiny hiatus until I took up blogging. I fucked up and got married. It proved to be the death of literature or words I wrote for myself.
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